Past, Present and Future

We headed outside and the temperature had dropped a little. Tom put his arm around me and we walked a little way down the beach in the darkness and paused to listen to the sound of the waves.

"Have you been with a man recently?" he asked.

"No," I replied. "I expect my parts have shrivelled up and disappeared!"

Tom turned to kiss me on the lips. We looked at each other. I leaned in and kissed him back slowly and softly, then paused...

"There seems to be life in my parts after all," I told him with a demure expression on my face.

Tom reached for me, pulled me close and kissed me once more. This time the kiss lingered, lasted, explored. I could feel life in his parts too. My legs began to tremble at the feel of his hardness pressing against me.

"Is this okay with you darling?" he asked with such concern in his voice.

"It is wonderful," I gasped, leaning to kiss him again. "Please don't stop."

I nearly passed out with desire as I felt his hand tentatively stroke my bottom over my dress. I pressed myself more firmly against him, locked my lips against his, and shivered as his hand gradually moved down under my skirt and began to caress my bare leg. I let out a gasp of desire.

"Oh God, it's been so long," I gasped. "I will probably cum like a teenage boy being touched for the first time!"

Tom laughed, kissed me again and let his hand ride slowly up my leg to my knickers.

"Your knickers are soaked," he sighed.

I cried out as he gently moved the crotch of my knickers to one side and slowly touched my wet pussy with gentle fingers.

"I need to you to touch me where it matters," I begged, burying my face in his neck, covering it with nuzzles and kisses. "Please."

He found my swollen bud and to my delight started to stroke it very gently, spreading my slippery juices, whispering endearments in my ear at the same time. It was probably selfish of me, but I just leaned against him, let him stroke me, and focussed on nothing but the delicious sensation of my orgasm building.

"Your pussy is swollen," observed Tom breathlessly as he veered away from my clit for just a moment before returning there with his fingers. "Do you want a big hard cock there?" he asked.

"Later, yes...please," was all I could return.

I began to moan as I felt the delicious sweet feeling that I had not felt for so long begin to build. I lifted and bent one leg, hooking it around Tom's body as I began to lose control.

"You sexy, sexy lady," he whispered as I moaned some more.

His fingers continued their gentle caress until I could stand it no more and cried out as my pussy exploded. I think I actually screamed, and was glad afterwards that the sound of the waves must have muffled the sound!

I ended up being held in Tom's arms like a little rag doll. My whole body twitched and I gasped deep breaths of air as I recovered slowly. I thanked him over and over again.

"I'm sorry," I gasped. "I have not done anything for you."

"You have done more than you know," he replied tenderly. "Stay the night with me?"

"Yes please," I sighed. "I want that big hard cock!"

I kissed Tom once more, felt his erection pressing against me once more, then broke off, took his hand and we made the short walk back to our destination.

Once in his room, we tore at each other's clothes.

"I need you," I begged as he lifted my dress over my head.

"I want to fuck you hard beauty," he replied as I wrestled with his belt and zipper.

Knickers and bra were hastily removed as he shed his clothes desperately.

We paused just for a moment to look at each other. Tom stood in front of me, naked. His huge erect cock was practically throbbing to his heartbeat with pre-cum beginning to leak from its tip. He looked at my slender body, drinking in the sight of my small pert breasts, my flat stomach and neat little pussy.

I fell to my knees and ran my tongue along his shaft. He whimpered and moaned as I stroked his balls at the same time. I felt the air disappear from his lungs in one big gasp as I took his whole cock in my mouth and began to caress it with my wet mouth and tongue.

Tom pulled me to my feet, lifted me in his arms and laid me on the bed.

"I can't last," he whispered. "Next time I will fuck you for hours, but I just need to be inside you right now."

"Be my guest," I replied urgently, pulling his body towards me, pulling his lips towards my own as he slowly entered me.

"You are so tight and slippery," he uttered.

"You'll feel every sensation," I replied urgently, pulling him deep inside.

He began to move inside me. I knew I would and could not last either. The feel of this gorgeous man filling me was indescribably amazing, and I could feel myself grow tighter still as my pussy gripped him in delight and with longing.

I wrapped my legs around Tom's waist as I again began to moan. He licked my breasts as he fucked me, kissed my face, and told me I was heavenly. I kissed him back, stroked his bum, and begged him not to stop...

I stifled a scream and made a sort of strangled gasp as my pussy went into spasm once more! I loved the feel of again exploding, but this time all over the whole length of his cock. He must have felt every part of this as very shortly after, he tensed, pulled out and sent a shower of cum all over my body, my face and the bed, then collapsed against me panting.

We lay there, both completely content for some minutes without a word, then Tom looked at me, smiled, and said,

"You can't know how glad I am to meet you."

"You rescued me," I replied.

Aftermath

Tom got up from the bed and returned with a damp warm flannel with which he wiped my face and body.

"That was out of this world," he told me as he returned the flannel to the bathroom and began to search though a bag. "I've got some 'penis grigio' somewhere here. Would you like a glass?"

I felt all the air leave my lungs in one go. It felt like icy water had just hit me in the chest. You see only one person I had ever known had used that silly phrase...

"What did you just say?" I asked, sitting up and looking at him intently.

He turned around, naked, wine bottle in hand and looked at me with big startled eyes.

There was a long silence.

"Where exactly in America do you live Tom?" I asked.

More silence.

"Is it in a small town near Dallas perchance?"

"I...I...er," he began.

"Sam?" I asked him, hardly believing the words that were coming out of my mouth. "Sam, is it you?"

He walked over, sat by me on the bed and put his head in his hands.

"Yes, it is me," he muttered.

"But how, but why? How did you find me? Oh God, you had to listen to my story, my feelings."

Hot tears once more had begun to drip down my cheeks. I found I could not move.

I stayed silent to allow him to explain himself.

"I never stopped thinking about you," he murmured, head still in hands. "You are partially right. I did doubt you and I am so sorry for this. All I wanted was just to see you from a distance. I was pretty sure you wouldn't know it was me."

"But how...?" I started.

"Your business partner Becky. Don't be too angry with her, but she dished out the information about where you were going on holiday when I telephoned and pretended to be a family member. I took the first available plane to the UK."

"Please continue," is all I said.

"I recognised you immediately and realised that you looked sad. I followed you at a distance to the cliffs the other day and just had to approach you. You looked so very distressed. It was clear you didn't want company. I should have gone home there and then, but found I couldn't. I wanted to speak to you. When you began your tale, I wanted to confess then, but at the same time wanted to know how you pictured our love affair and how you felt for me."

His voice cracked a little.

"I am so, so sorry Emma. I've ruined everything first by doubting you, and now by being dishonest. I love you so much."

I sat digesting this information. It seemed unbelievable that I had taken this holiday to recover from loving a man who was now sitting naked on the bed next to me trying desperately not so sob. I just didn't know what to think.

"So," I thought out loud. "What seems to have happened is that I have accidentally begun to fall in love with the same man I am already in love with."

This thought suddenly struck me as being deliciously funny. I began to snigger.

"And they say that women often go for the same type of man each time," I said with a grin.

"Well, I hate to be a stereotype, but it would appear that this is correct."

I began to laugh. I couldn't stop. I slid off the bed and lay on the floor clutching my sides in hysterics.

Sam lifted his head and looked at me in bewilderment.

"You are not angry then?" he asked tentatively.

This made me laugh even more.

"I'll maybe be angry with you later Sam, but right now this just seems so funny!" I collapsed into another set of giggles.

Sam lowered himself to the floor, gently pulled me into a sitting position and cupped each side of my face with his big hands.

"I really am so very sorry," he said with feeling. "You can't imagine how good it is to actually meet you, hold you and love you though."

"Actually I can Sam. You know how much I love you and desire you. I feel the same."

He put his arms around me. I snuggled in a ball against his bare chest. We stayed that way for some time.

"Can we start by getting to know each other again properly Sam?" I asked. "I would love to date you. I know it's sort of awkward with us living so far apart, but I do get some holiday time and I expect you do too?"

"That sounds like a great idea," he replied. "Come to bed Emma. I want to hold you all night. In fact, I never want to let you go."

"Please never let me go," I whispered, and we went to bed.

If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever.

A quote from the film 'The Crow' 1994